My Life is a Dickens Novel
It is cold here.
Not running the heat in the apartment seemed like a really good idea of my roommate's at the time. We will save on our energy bill! We only have to stock up on blankets! This was a grievous lack of foresight on my part. BTW - my room? Coldest room in the apartment, natch. D:
Also....
I am poor and have no money for food. I am much like Oliver Twist. Except I am not an orphan, or a street urchin, or a ten year old English boy in Edwardian England. STILL....I am hungry right now like he must have been all the time, so the comparison stands.
That is all.